There have been complaints, as there always are, regarding the current election (see below) for the cutest kid of all time. This is always a problem in a democracy, especially if the democracy is rigged. Anyway, some people have intimated that Peanut might be cheating.
"So what?" I said, when I heard this allegation.
Then there were some sour-grape complaints from some of the unnominated goats and their mothers. The minis in particular were complaining. Peaches asked everyone - what about my kids? What about Ginger Jones? What about Augie and Hermy and Julius? Why weren't they nominated? Because of mini prejudice, she implied.
"So what?" I said.
Being extremely polite I didn't mention that Peaches should go take a look in the mirror. I noticed and you probably did too that she didn't mention her daughter Tubster. Tubster is no beauty queen, and minis in general just aren't as cute as Nigerians. That's the way it is.
If anyone should be complaining, it's me. What about my adorable son Bobby? What about Huckleberry? What about my other supermodel grandson Goatzilla? Or Harley or Cora Belle? Or Betty for goodness' sake? The list goes on and on.
Well the farmer ignored all the grumbling because who has time for the complainers of the world. But then Betsy came up, and since she hardly ever complains, she was allowed to speak her mind, which in my opinion is a big mistake, because she is part Nubian.
"What about Moony?" Betsy wanted to know. Moony is Betsy's brother.
Everyone shrugged in a very French way. "What about him?"
"He was really really cute."
"So what?" I said again, because get over it, Moony wasn't nominated.
"Yes, but he was an orphan," said Betsy.
Well, that's true. He was an orphan.
What about Moony?
The polls will close in one hour or whenever the farmer finishes milking, whichever comes first.
